At Least They're Committed

“Oh, Gabriel! We’re all alone! Isn’t it lovely?” “Ah, you mean it’s oh, so peaceful here? No one’s bending over your shoulder? Nobody’s breathing in your ear?” “Stop that! Augh! You’re getting her stuck in my head all over again.” “All right, Angie baby, I’ll stop .  . . but only because you’re a special lady.”… Read more

While it is true that I do delight in amusing myself and frequently chuckle at my own thoughts, witticisms and expense, it occurs to me that I can only amuse myself so much for so long. At some point, someone really ought to amuse me. Granted, I am not easily amused, but at the very… Read more

I can’t get it out! It’s stuck! “That ain’t no way to treat a lady, no way to treat your baby, your woman your friend. That ain’t no way to treat a lady no way. But maybe it’s a way for us to end.” Is that a double negative or a triple negative and if so… Read more

I’m shuffling cards when he walks in. I’ve been expecting him. “Oh, are we playing a game?” he pulls off his ascot, I haven’t the heart to tell him they went out in the 70s, but then again, really, he probably already knows. “No, I don’t play games,” I say. “I only speak in riddles… Read more

AND GO . . . Tired, washed, pressed and dressed to impress, listening to oldies on the radio and singing along badly on my drive to work. SWITCH! Self-quarantined, I’m mouthing the words to Michelle Branch’s “All You Wanted” and Regina Spektor’s “The Call” and BNL’s “Jane” under my breath (“Jane, desired by the people… Read more

After a bitchy comment was made toward us on social media, I emailed it to someone of authority and pointed out that I hate people; that despite my cheerful demeanor, I really am a misanthrope. Strange, I haven’t heard back. Heh. But when I grabbed up my phone to call Ellen for our weekly chat,… Read more